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Willie Worm's home was an apple tree. His folks were content as worms can be. They'd laugh and wiggle, dance and squirm, But Willie was not a happy worm. Every night this worm would dream Of chocolate cake and white ice cream. But in the morning he would hear, "Come down and eat your apple, Dear." He hated apples quite a bunch, But that is what he had for lunch. At dinner time, to end each day, An apple, raw, the same old way. He asked his mom for something new, A big pot roast or maybe stew. "How about a steak or flounder? Or better yet a quarter pounder!" She said "My son, clean up you act. Just eat your food and don't talk back." He told his friends, "She made it clear, If that's the deal, I'm out of here." |
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